Gwynn was unperturbed as if nothing had happened.

His fingers twitched at the thought of it. He wanted to give her a call and listen to her voice. However, he was experiencing a similar fear as a soldier coming home after a long war.

He was scared that he didn’t belong.

He didn’t grab his car keys and drove home until one in the morning. He was mildly surprised to find that a servant waited for him when he returned home. She welcomed him and said in a hushed voice. “Ms. Gwynn sat in the stud